Lauren clenched her teeth when the woman hesitated, knowing she wanted to say, “Never”.
At last, she said, “Nine o’clock in the morning.”
“I’ll look forward to it. I can’t wait to meet you,” Lauren effused.
“Yes. It will be wonderful.”
Right, Lauren thought, unconvinced. Rachel’s words sounded forced, as though Lauren held a gun to her head. Lauren hung up. The reaction had been as disappointing as milk toast, neither joy nor vociferous denial.
She sighed. Never mind. The outcome would be the same.
She threw on jeans and a baggy sweatshirt and went out for supper. At this time of the evening, the burger place was filled with families, teens, and middle-aged men who had no one to cook for them.
She ordered a salad and diet Coke and sat at a table for two. Before she knew it, she had
